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Where is hope?

In the words of Pearl S. Buck, “To eat bread without hope is still slowly to starve to death.”

“My husband and I sold everything we had to afford the journey. We worked 15 hours a day in Turkey until we had enough money to leave. The smuggler put 152 of us on a boat. Once we saw the boat, many of us wanted to go back, but he told us that anyone who turned back would not get a refund. We had no choice. Both the lower compartment and the deck were filled with people. Waves began to come into the boat so the captain told everyone to throw their baggage into the sea. In the ocean we hit a rock, but the captain told us not to worry. Water began to come into the boat, but again he told us not to worry. We were in the lower compartment and it began to fill with water. It was too tight to move. Everyone began to scream. We were the last ones to get out alive. My husband pulled me out of the window. In the ocean, he took off his life jacket and gave it to a woman. We swam for as long as possible. After several hours he told me he that he was too tired to swim and that he was going to float on his back and rest. It was so dark we could not see. The waves were high. I could hear him calling me but he got further and further away. Eventually a boat found me. They never found my husband.” (Kos, Greece)

But somehow,it left me with something very powerful.Something unforgettable.

Look at her.Look at her misery.Look at that ring she still wears.Look at that arm on her shoulder.Everything about this picture is so powerful.It generates so much energy.It reminds me of a word that we often forget.

It reminds me of hope.

Remember that word?’Hope’?

After having gone through so much,in the back of her mind maybe he’s gone for ever,yet she wears that ring.She still feels he just might,just might be alive.Just might come back to her.Just might make her feel ‘life’ again.

We give up so easily.We hide and runaway.Because its easier to walk away than fight for it.

She fights it everyday.She must think of him everyday.And it’s this hope that helps her fight.

Her ring gives me so much strength.The comforting arm on her shoulder makes me feel I’m not the only one who is moved by her sad story.It tells me everyone who looked at this picture wished she could meet him again someday.That she could be happy again.

People often post pictures,sad stories and get ‘likes’.How much does it really help?

It actually does.We don’t need to be with a person to make our presence felt.We could be just about anywhere and still pray and hope for their lives,for them to get better.

I can’t imagine how many people like me would have prayed for this woman.Prayed she finds him.Hoped she finds him.

Hope is wanting something so eagerly that—in spite of all the evidence that you’re not going to get it—you go right on wanting it. And the remarkable thing about it is that this very act of hoping produces a kind of strength of its own.

I just want people to remember,you can do many things just because you have the hope.The strength to fight.The strength to never give up.

Hope.What is it really?

Vaclav Havel, the poet, said hope is a state of mind. It is a dimension of the soul. It is an orientation of the spirit and the heart. It transcends the world that is immediately experienced, and is anchored somewhere beyond its horizons. It is an ability to work for something because it is good, not just because it stands a chance to succeed. It is the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out. It gives us the strength to live and continually to try new things, even in conditions that sometimes seem without hope.

Emily Dickenson said:

“Hope is a strange invention—

A patent of the Heart—

In unremitting action

Yet never wearing out—.”

Martin Luther King said, “We must accept finite disappointment, but we must never lose infinite hope.”

May the eyes of your heart be enlightened, that each of you may know what is the Hope that belongs to God’s call, what are the riches of God’s glory and inheritance. For you have been raised up to carry God’s Hope to all peoples, and to do so in true humility and gentleness of spirit.

She gave me strength today.She left an impact on me.She left an impact on the word.

For me,it’s not the skill but the love for a subject that makes one excel.
People who truly love what they do no matter what it is,they put in their best,even if they might not be the best at it.
Love makes us work hard even if we lack skill because skill can be developed but love is either present or absent 🙂

Know The Kalakaar

A common programmer lost in the monotony of life yet strangely rare among the breed of humans lurking this Earth.
If I could,I'd devote my entire life to art and craft,as it is beyond a passion. I showcase my work on KALAKAARI. My projects are on a variety of subjects,among which Harry Potter and Batman are at the top.
With an incredible sense of humor myself, its difficult to make me laugh with silly jokes :P
I also have a very weird fascination of Serial Killers,there hardly exists any that I've not read about/watched a movie of. My favorites include Silence Of The Lambs , Dahmer and Monster .
Keenly await new psychological break through documentaries on Rob Dyke's Youtube channel.
I'm also secretly in love with Rob Dyke. Damn,guess that's not a secret anymore :-/

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